Thursday, June 18, 2015

As of June 18, 2015, no official or live trademarks were found for the exact terms

NicotiniorNico Tini

However, one dead trademark (abandoned in 2007) was found on USPTO.gov

We love Nicotini.com. We registered this domain for this reason alone, and it will
take a lot of moola to wrench this domain from our cold, dead hands.

According to the 14 December, 2003, issue of the New York Times, the word “Nicotini,” invented in 2003, represents a drink, consisting of
tobacco soaked in alcohol, devised by Larry Wald, a Florida bartender. This concoction
was designed to circumvent the smoking ban and keep his customers from
migrating outside to smoke.

Meanwhile, consider this sweet story about a hard-boiled
detective named Nico Tini:

Nico Tini was a hard-assed, chain-smoking private dick who specialized in
tracking down stolen domain names.

Back in 2003, pursuing a hot tip on the purloined
BlurkleSpot [dot] cm (which didn't quite exist back then, but still considered
MIA by the great Kevin Ham), Tini went into a Florida bar and fired up an
unfiltered Camel.

“Oh, carp. WTF is the world coming to when ya can’t
even smoke in a bar. A BAR, for godsake!”

The bartender shrugged. “Yeah, it sucks, but what can
ya do? If I let you light up, it’ll cost me 2,000 big ones in fines.”

Nico Tini shook his head and stuck the unlit cig in
his mouth and chewed on the end. “What a world we live in...”

“All’s not lost, though. I got something right up your
alley,” the bartend said. “Let me take care of ya!” He went into the backroom,
where Nico Tini could hear an awful grinding noise, like bones in a wood
chipper (Case #777)...

“Jesus H., what da hell?”

Mr. Bartoonie (that was the name on his tag, anyway)
came back with a tall frozen concoction that looked suspiciously like a frozen daiquiri
– it was green and luminescent like nuclear waste or, worse yet, more like the
evil Mr Jekyll...

“AWWWWW!!! That’s a lady drink.”

“Looks can be deceivin’. This’s the house specialty,
our frozen coffin nail lime rickey (hold the bananas). There’s more nicotine in
this frozen froth than six packs of Camels.” Mr. Bartoonie pushed the drink
toward the now-shaking Nico Tini.

Tini gulped down the coffin nail lime rickey (definitely
without bananas), and developed a serious case of brain freeze. “God, that was
toxic,” Tini said with a smile on his face before he passed out.

* * * * *

When Nico Tini woke up, he was laying face up in a back alley, the
Florida sun bearing down on him like a big hairy gorilla, his head pounding and
breath so foul that the feral cats and rats had scattered into a nearby
Dumpster. “Man, that was some super s**t!!!!”

Then he saw the note pinned to his chest. “Whas dis???”

He pulled the note from his chest and unfolded it. In
big red block letters, it said,

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